The 1700 Murder

A little girl sat on the floor, staring at the white wall infront of her. With her headphones on, she listened to the new episode of her favorite psychology potcast. Even so, the words of her classmates where too loud to ignore.
"Do you think the rumors are true?"
"She truly is a psycho..."
"Cant that monster just disappear?"
The girl could feel her lips twitching up. She was long used to these whispers and as the only one hearing her thoughs, knew they where true. But that didn't stop her from feeling anger and pain. She ignored it, after all, her revange was already in the making..

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